Today I sang It’s a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood to Jacob. When I posed the melodic question, “Would you be mine?” he tried to rush away as he proclaimed he couldn’t remember what a “neighbor” was. Nice try, Jacob. Though I didn’t fall for his ruse, I generously offered to help him out with […]
Chardonnay does not make a good communion wine. Read More »
I thought it right and proper that I should post something here before I leave town again for a week. I’m not sure what exactly I plan to say, but I’ll just say it as it comes. Sometimes when you anticipate something, and you attach high hopes and expectations to it, you’re almost bound to
like a candle to the sun Read More »
Highs in the mid-70’s Lows in the mid-50’s Notebook. Camera. Lists. Interview questions. Colorful neighborhoods. Quirky shops. Ethnic cuisine. Van Gogh exhibit at the museum. Grace’s agenda: Spend the week with me exploring. Our mission: Find it. See it. Do it. Describe it. Shoot it. (With a camera–not a gun.) The sights, sounds, smells, scenery,
The Color of a Dream at Sunrise Read More »
Luke is upstairs jamming with John Slaten. Sunday he jammed all afternoon and evening with Ryan Bowles and (for a little while) David. I realize how much I’ve missed hearing Luke play drums. I love the way he plays drums. And guitar. And piano. I’ve missed his music. Joe Bucks is a new coffee shop
A few things I love Read More »
I spent April 2-6 at Mt. Hermon Christian Writer’s Conference. Part of me wants to share with all of you what happened there, but part of me is hesitant. Sometimes when other people receive particularly delightful blessings, I want so badly to rejoice with them — to share their happiness without a trace of jealousy
The winds have shifted, and the sails are full. But I’m not the captain of this ship. Read More »
I would love to write about our trip to Seattle, which was magnifilous, but I don’t have time. I will say, though, that hearing Luke and Grace sing two of Luke’s songs at the coffee house was splendid. And hearing all the people cheering for them warmed my heart. It was a beautiful Momzy moment.
A quick bit of nothing Read More »
This evening George, Jacob and I were watching Joan of Arcadia, and guess what? A Holland song started playing during one scene. “The Whole World.” Yep. It was very cool. We all said, “Oh! That’s Holland!” And we were happy. Josiah is one of the nicest people I’ve ever known. So I had to put
“And the whole world just sings along . . .” Read More »
George doesn’t play his guitar much any more. He says he’s too busy. His callouses are gone. He can’t play on an empty stomach or when he’s tired or in January or during a full moon, blah, blah, blah. I don’t bring up the subject very often. The guitar just sits on its stand in
Humility. If it's such a wonderful virtue, why does it make me crazy? Read More »
“If wishes were horses, then you’d be my horse come true!” –Nathan Miller
sometimes the unexplained can define you Read More »
“I never had a selfless thought since I was born.” Today I was thinking about how everything I do has a selfish motive behind it. At least in part. True, some of it is really great stuff that helps people or makes them happy. But deep down, I know I do it for me. For
Clive was looking at my soul. Read More »